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“Why do you always say that?” I ask, slipping my hand beneath the t-shirt and stroking the skin of her stomach. Her abs contract with each brush of my fingers. Dark lashes flutter against her sharp cheekbones. It’s probably unfair to tease her—to trick her like this but distracting her never fails to lower those walls so she speaks her heart. Prevents her from getting lost in her head. “Why do you call it a sacrifice?”
Her breath catches when I glide my thumb over the underside of her breast. “Be-because that’s what it was. He didn’t choose to become a dad. Having me changed his life. He had to alter everything for me.”
I hum as I circle her nipple, feeling it pebble beneath my touch. “Most people don’t plan to become parents, baby, but I thought was the definition of the job when you decide to take on that role.”
“Well, yeah but he didn’t decide to take on the role. I was an accident, and my grandparents made him…”
I remove my hand from her body and push myself up. My legs swing over her hips until I’m straddling her. Wrapping both of her wrists in my hand, I push them over her head and lean down until I’m hovering inches above her. I nip at her neck as I whisper in her ear, “Casey, you do realize, Liam could’ve walked away at any time?”
She shakes her head. “Dad would never do that. He would never walk away from his responsibility.”
There is it. Responsibility.
Just like when she says she’s a burden.
That’s all she sees herself as. Not someone who’s loved because they’re chosen.
My free hand reaches for her jaw, gripping her a little harder than necessary. “You are not a fucking responsibility, Casey. You are not a burden. You were a choice. He might not have planned for you, but hechoseto be your dad. Sharing DNA didn’tforcehim to love you. Even your grandparents couldn’t force him to be a father. Hechoseto be that for you. Thesacrificeshe made were because he wanted to do that for you. He chose you, Casey.” My fingers loosen around her jaw, and my thumb tugs her lower lip from between her teeth before brushing over it.
Devotion and desire overtake the frustration thrumming in my veins as I stare into liquid pools and allow vulnerability to seep from me. I need her to see as much as hear what I am about to say.
My tongue peeks through my lips as I take a breath and inch closer, pressing my forehead to hers. “I chose you, Casey. I didn’t come back to New York for a job. I came back foryou. Because staying away was too fucking hard to do anymore. I missed youtoo fucking much. Ineededyou. The job was the excuse. You were the reason.”
Her breath hitches as a single tear slips from her lashes. I catch the salty emotions with my tongue, then press my lips to hers. Long and slow, our tongues tangle as I swallow her pain and confliction. But soon the sweet exchange turns greedy. The throbbing need pulsing against her turns to steel when she rocks her hips against me. My name tumbles from her lips like a plea.
“What do you need, Sunflower?”
“You,” she breathes against my lips. “I need you, Graham.”
“You have me, baby.” I skim my fingers over her bare pussy and hum. “So wet and warm.” I tease her entrance with my middle finger. “But we have a problem.”
“Wh-what?” she gasps as I dip a finger inside her.
“You’ve been a naughty girl.” I bite the soft skin between her neck and shoulder, then run my tongue over the mark to soothe the sting. “First, you gave my brother the code to your apartment and never told me. Then I find out you’ve been having sleep overs with him.”
Her eyes struggle to stay open as she clenches around my finger, already teetering on the edge from nothing more than a bit of teasing. “I-it wasn’t… isn’t like that.”
Ignoring her, I curl my finger and stroke her pleasure. “If that weren’t enough, you’ve insulted the woman I am insane for, and no one speaks about what’s mine like that.” I rip my finger away from her just as the first spasms begin. Her lashes part, desperation filling the bright oceanic blues. I slide the finger that was just teasing her between my lips with a grin. “So it seems you have a decision to make.”
“Wh-what decision?”
“Do I punish you for your sins?” I lean over, swiping my tongue over her lips, then breathe, “Or do you apologize?”
Casey
I-I’m sorry,” I whisper.
Graham’s lips curl causing a shiver to run down my spine. It’s beautiful yet devious with a touch of malevolence. He cups my cheek, stroking softly, then swipes his thumb over my lips before slipping it between my teeth. “I had another apology in mind.”
My stomach flips as I grasp his meaning. Fear and trepidation slam my heart against my ribs. My eyes fall to the left, unable to look at him as embarrassment heats my cheeks.
I hate how inexperienced I am. Until a few weeks ago—until him, I’d only been kissed. “I’ll take punishment, please.” The shaky words tumble free. There’s no way I can mess that up. I’ve never done that either, obviously, and I can’t imagine enjoying it, but he never has to know.
“Why?”
My breathing stops. I blink, my mouth opening and closing like a dying fish. Rapid thoughts race through my mind to come up with an answer that doesn’t make me sound pathetic or he won’t see right through, but I’m coming up blank.
He sits up, and my attention falls to the erection straining in his black boxer briefs, the head peeking from the waistband. I have no clue if he’s small or large because I have nothing to compare him to, but I am still baffled by how he makes it fit inside me. Every time he has to get me ready, stretching me withhis fingers, then giving me time to adjust as he slides in. I can’t imagine him fitting in my mouth.
